After years of abuse by your parents CPS had taken your away. You transferred from foster home to foster home for more than half your life. Still there was a guy in your class who had a small thing for you. Of course he wasn’t an orphan like you were.

Currently you were stuck with annoying kids younger than you in a shared room. Your foster parents smoking and drinking downstairs. “Help,” One of the kids asked for help with their shoe. School started at 8:30am, it was 8:27am.